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Made of spun spaghetti metal, this poodle is one of the most popular pets I’ve ever owned. I almost didn’t buy it because poodles, like flamingos, harlequins and other icons of the 1950s, are over-popularized, repro’s belched out at an alarming rate in wrong colors and materials, enough to drive any collector of the real thing mad. But this poodle is a stellar example of the lengths to which style, convenience and innovation were earmarks of 1950s Atomic design.

2 feet long, 22 inches tall and 14 inches wide, it and its mate – yes, I found TWO of them! – sit on either side of my fluffy-pink-covered-in-plastic-as-any-great-50’s-couch-would-be couch and are endless conversation pieces for those exposed to the pets for the first time.

Today’s reading materials feature a Bat and Bar Mitzvah resources catalog and a “TVs Greatest Hits” book that includes the Friends theme song that I co-wrote and which partially funded the buying of these two precious pooches.

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Made of spun spaghetti metal, this poodle is one of the most popular pets I’ve ever owned. I almost didn’t buy it because poodles, like flamingos, harlequins and other icons of the 1950s, are over-popularized, repro’s belched out at an alarming rate in wrong colors and materials, enough to drive any collector of the real thing mad. But this poodle – I actually own a pair of them – is a stellar example of the lengths to which style, convenience and innovation were earmarks of 1950s Atomic design. 2 feet long, 22 inches tall and 14 inches wide it and its mate – yes, i found TWO of them! – sit on either side of my fluffy-pink-covered-in-plastic-as-any-great-50’s-couch-would-be couch and are endless conversations pieces for those exposed to the pets for the first time.
Today’s reading materials feature a Bat and Bar Mitzvah resources catalog and a “TVs Greatest Hits” book that includes the Friends theme song that I co-wrote and which partially funded the buying of these two precious pooches.

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The way that pink colored plastic glowed PINK in the 1950’s, baked in super saturated, makes this Mr. Peanut cup my favorite over the red, blue, mint green, beige and yellow ones I also own. Not that this is the rarest piece of Mr. Peanut memorabilia but it always reminds me of weekends as a kid when I was allowed to change the water it held during the week to Kool-Aid or double shot Bosco spiked milk. I’m going to toast my youth now.

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These kind of joke desk accessories, along with their companion sculptures of young kissing boys and girls, wide eyed pups and inspirational sayings such as ‘Do It’ carved into rubber like Stonehenge, were all the rage in the late 1960’s. One of the biggest manufacturers of them was “Paula”. One of the rarest Paula’s was this “Head Nut”. This one is dated 1968 and stamped W79. It’s sat on my desk and reminded me of my status for at least 20 years. I’ve always liked that the only color is the little red tongue, the rest of the beige motif reminding me how drained I feel when I overwork – a situation that’s now gone on for months – and how much I’m looking forward to the weekend when I don’t have to be the “Head Nut”.

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Nothing more elegant than an astroturf encrusted dolly hauling a rickety paper flower doused cart with a box of flyers tacked on like a realtor would nail on a for sale sign. Not to mention it’s parked in an industrial section deep in the San Fernando Valley of LA. With this said, it seems like a perfect place to check out for a Kitsch lovers’ Cotillion. I can only hope the catering services within carry items like grilled Velveeta sandwiches, PB & Js and desserts made with Twinkies. That actually is my kinda place.

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Cut to precision, this slick and shiny melon wedge is made of crushed glass imprisoned in perfectly buffed resin and rests on a light wood rind. Complete with seeds, it glows when positioned where the sun hits it. This is one of those objects certain friends always ask me if they can “steal” at least a few times a year. It’s managed to stay ripe on my table and, calling all friends, it ain’t goin’ nowhere.

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I loved Bobby Darin and I loved Scripto ink cartridge fountain pens, especially when those cartridges were Peacock Blue or Emerald Green. So when this promo came out in conjunction with If A Man Answers, Darin’s 1962 film with then wife Sandra Dee, I was all over it. Four songs, 8 ink cartridges and 1 pen, all for $1.39

To me, Darin was one of the classiest singers of the late 50’s and early 60’s. One of the first to write his own songs, I thought “Splish Splash” and “Dream Lover” were good but I went officially nuts with “Mack The Knife” and “Beyond The Sea”, neither of which he wrote but sang like a Smoooooth Master.

Songs on this Capitol 45 EP include “If A Man Answers”, “True, True Love”, The Sermon Of Samson” and “All By Myself”. The cartridges were plain ol’ Washable Blue.

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I loved Bobby Darin and I loved Scripto ink cartridge fountain pens, especially when those cartridges were Peacock Blue or Emerald Green. So when this promo came out in conjunction with If A Man Answers, Darin’s 1962 film with then wife Sandra Dee, I was all over it. Four songs, 8 ink cartridges and 1 pen, all for $1.39
To me, Darin was one of the classiest singers of the late 50’s and early 60’s. One of the first to write his own songs, I thought “Splish Splash” and “Dream Lover” were ok but I went officially nuts with “Mack The Knife” and “Beyond The Sea”(which he didn’t write).
Songs on this Capitol 45 EP include “If A Man Answers”, “True, True Love”, The Sermon Of Samson” and “All By Myself”. The cartridges were plain ol’ Washable Blue.

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This is the real deal, vintage 1967 original Spirograph by Kenner No. 401. Although the resulting art was too precise and anal looking for me – zillions of geometric combinations looking like they’re made from little spiders’ legs – I recognize the Spirograph as an icon in Pop Culture. Just like those string art paintings of owls, ships and such that I passionately collect but never felt drawn to create.

Made by locking gears and rotating plastic wheels inside other plastic wheels and tracing with a pen as they move, the rules of this are too rigid for me. Hell, I can’t even paint inside the lines so something demanding precision and this much repetition definitely falls outside my scope. I was always the free form type. But I love that Spirographs make non-artists feel like artists, proud enough to hang their creations on their walls and refrigerators. I’ve always looked at art – any form of it – as something social and a crash course in self expression. So if a series of little curves, technically known as hypotrochoids and epitrochoids, turn most people on who am I to argue?

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1960’s Spirograph commercial:

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1970’s Spiromania commercial:

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This is the real deal, vintage 1967 original Spirograph by Kenner No. 401. Although the resulting art was too precise and anal looking for me – zillions of geometric combinations looking like they’re made from little spiders’ legs – I recognize the Spirograph as an icon in Pop Culture. Just like those string art paintings – owls, ships and such – that I passionately collect but never felt drawn to create.
Created by locking gears and rotating plastic wheels inside other plastic wheels and tracing with a pen as they move, the rules of this are too rigid for me. Hell, I can’t even paint within the lines so something demanding precision and this much repetition definitely falls outside my scope. I was always the free form. But I love that Spirographs make non-artists feel like artists, proud enough to hang their creations on their walls and refrigerators. I’ve always looked at art – any form of it – as something social and a crash course in self expression. So if a series of little curves, technically known as hypotrochoids and epitrochoids, turn most people on who am I to argue?

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I’m not a drinker but I love vintage bar accessories and drag the best of them out when I entertain on weekends. Nothing is more popular than these pipes that hug a bottle and through which the liquid drains when it’s tipped.

Made in 1961 by Poynter Products Inc. Cincinnati, Ohio, Plastered Plumbers’ slogan is “The whiskey goes ’round and round and round and r…”. This scores an extra notch on the Kitsch belt not only for excellence in concept and slogan but because the the first ’round has an apostrophe in front of it while the rest of them remain bare. Not to mention that the first roun is missing a D. Perhaps diminished capacity on the part of the art director after sampling the product accounts for the diminished punctuation.

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Though mostly a craze associated with the 1950’s and 60’s, animal families as ashtrays and sculptures will never go out of style. This one has four pups following their boxer-ish mom around the rim of an Atomic shaped ashtray with a 70’s style crazed paint job. Not only are they cute but the puppies, earless mounds of clay that the artist apparently rushed through compared to the detail he/she gave to mom, provide excellent crevices in which to rest cigarettes and other smokables, keeping them ash free until crushed out in the doggie’s playground.

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If only these puppies remotely tasted like the foodstuff they attempt to mimic I’d be a real happy camper. But, alas, they taste more like sour lemonade than the preferred juicy wienie. The good news is the hard meat shafts sound fantastic when they shake in the can so these wienies have joined the other percussion instruments in my recording studio awaiting the right song to howl through. Guess I’ll just have to pop a bacon gumball to get that hit of meat I need right now.

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